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Dead Promises

...Of Happiness

By Allan BrownPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Never been controlled

Cause the heaven in my soul

Reigns fallen angels

With a severance of gold

But remanence of old

Hail a weapon of control

Killing every spirit

With a petulance untold

Never been so bold

Or electric in the fold

I wanna sip the nectar

Of a venture we uphold

I promised you happy

Before events erased our goals

Now I’m dying unhappy

About face the empty hole

No salvation to behold

Damnation take my soul

If I gave you anything

I hope it aims to make you whole

But never have I ever

Had intentions of control

sad poetry
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